Ode To Art

Is there a last word of Beauty? A Definitive? Perhaps a perfect chord, replacing all, both past, present and future – ceasing need for the reworking of tune-able vibration – our constant tufting of soulful eyes and ears...the rehearsing of instruments, their sound-full visions, till every voice but an echo entirely unwrapped, becoming silent display, victim of its own enlightened trills.... I pray not! Wishing eternal man's spirit and His God! Never the two remaining exactly the same for the other. Always a new awareness and discovery! Thus, then, sustained the poet, the artist and the musician – sacred and personal to each heaven and its earth, in a universe infinite and sublimely changing....